At least
I've crazed you between thousands and even billions of pairs of eyes digalaksi this
Make you the sun where my longing rotates
Up to your name that echoed the ceiling of prayer
Make angels busy picking up my semogue to be confronted to God
After the departure I'm just busy summons the best prayer for you
For my sake has been cut off
Then I grave above the whirlpool portrait of our memories
He no longer accompanies me, I am reluctant to be a great sinner who continues to miss you
Only God can answer my question about your departure
Someday there will be a messenger named time
I believe time is a vehicle that can never be stopped
Able to injure but also able to cure
Able to carve but also able to remove
If this time comes to me then scratches the wound
I just need to pull over for a moment
Waiting time back to treat
Then remove the traces
Maybe I'm not someone skilled at playing with waiting
But I know to win it we have to be patient
Although during the process we will find the roads that are winding and not in line with expectations
But that's the way I'm testing time
It's like that right?
If you want to go to class there must be a test that may be exhausting
Want to be smart to have a lot to learn
Want to learn should fall a lot
For you someone who never match in one promise
There will be a time I stop fondling
And it will not droop in the wound
If the day comes
If you have my name purged
I will be mediocre